Paint Tomorrow Blue

I wanted to be a writer, but became a librar­ian instead. I lost my job as a librar­ian, and some­how found work as a writer. Life is strange.

I am a native of Syra­cuse, NY, and I attended Hamil­ton Col­lege and SUNY Albany’s library school school of infor­ma­tion stud­ies. I’m a librar­ian by pro­fes­sion. I look like an awful lot like your stereo­type of a librar­ian, even if I’m not always employed as one. I have glasses and sen­si­ble shoes and cardi­gans and stuff.

In my quest for full-time per­ma­nent employ­ment, since fin­ish­ing col­lege I’ve worked in a hotel, a mall man­age­ment com­pany, a call cen­ter, two sprawl­ing gov­ern­ment agen­cies, two col­leges, and a news­pa­per. Cur­rently I am an assis­tant edi­tor at The Con­sumerist, a con­trib­u­tor to All Over Albany, an aca­d­e­mic library para­pro­fes­sional, and a free­lance researcher and writer.

I live in Albany, NY with two humans, two ham­sters, and five fish. I enjoy sewing, knit­ting, embroi­dery, read­ing, stock­pil­ing books and fab­ric, nerdy tele­vi­sion, caus­ing trou­ble on the Inter­net, and cooking.

Paint Tomor­row Blue started as A Bird’s Life in sum­mer 2005. It started on Blog­ger 1.0, and now runs on Word­press 2.7.

I am grad­u­ally mov­ing over some con­tent from other online jour­nals I’ve kept, dat­ing back to 2000. The ear­li­est posts here as of this writ­ing are from Feb­ru­ary 2003.

What’s “Paint Tomor­row Blue” mean?

It’s not a polit­i­cal state­ment. It’s a line from the song “In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach)” by Elliott Smith. You can hear it here.